James Potter considered himself to be a good man. A man who had, for as long as he could remember, fought for what he believed to be the correct future for the wizarding world of Britain. In his youth, he admits that his bullying of the Slytherin students wasn't a great way of going about combating the 'Darkness' but he had been correct in the end hadn't he? Those filthy people had all gone to join the vile man in his attempt to take over and kill all who opposed him.

Now he had won, at the cost of normalcy in his life perhaps, but they won nonetheless. Voldemort is now gone, not dead if Albus could be believed, but gone enough for his children to grow enough to fulfill their destined path. Not that if they failed he wouldn't love them just as much, no, nothing in the world even the fall of all he knew and desired would cause his love for them to fall. Simon and Eveline, if he had a Knut for every time someone said they're seeming copies of their parents he would be an even more wealthy man. Yes, Simon did appear to be an exact copy of me, messy brown hair, unable to be kept still for any sustainable period of time. And then there was Eveline, in my opinion, the better of the copies, as she took after Lily in almost every way, red hair, more composed, all the good that he saw in Lily was passed onto their daughter.

And now it is their sixth birthday. Time has truly been flying since the attack five years ago. The most important change that happened occurred when we met with the Longbottoms and Albus a couple of weeks after the attack.

Five years ago…

The past couple of days have been a very interesting time for the Potters. The world had somehow found out about the attack and then began to celebrate their two oldest children along with Neville, creating a new level of fame for the still-crawling children. But this wasn't the issue with the parents, it was the fact that Albus had informed them of the dark lord's continued survival. So five days after the attack, Albus Dumbledore met with the Potter and Longbottoms.

"Ahh Albus come in come in," Alice said as she opened the door to the Longbottom manor, where the meeting was taking place.

"I wonder what he needed to talk to us about," I whispered to Lily as Albus and Alice entered the room.

"Thank you all for meeting me here, I am sure you have questions about why this meeting is happening," Albus said as he sat down across from us, "I have come to a startling discovery that I felt you all should know." At that, I could feel my heart begin to beat faster and I leaned in even more focused on what he was about to say.

"The child of prophecy, as I have discovered, could be any one of the three children. Who it is I do not know." Albus said this like it was the end of the world.

"And what is so bad about that?" I was confused by why he sounded so mournful and worried.

"It means that if I am correct on Voldemort not being truly dead, then there is a very real possibility of him seeking to kill all of them to extinguish the prophecy." When those words left his mouth all the air left my lungs. All the world seemed to shrink and collapse on me… My children were in danger, more than I had ever thought possible. An angry vengeful dark lord was now going to be hunting them till either they die or they defeat him.

"Albus you have to help us," Alice said before I could fully compose myself,

"You have to have a plan. Right?" Lily followed up with the same fear in her voice,

"I…do, I do have a plan," Albus said with some hesitation, "Well tell us." Frank demanded with a fierce edge to his voice.

"I have devised a… blueprint of sorts. One that if enacted properly would grant them the power to fight off the dark lord." Albus said as he then reached into his robes and took out three rolls of parchment. As they then unrolled and placed themselves in front of us we could all see the plan detailed up until their first year at Hogwarts.

"Albus, these plans mention quite a few rituals." Lily said with hesitation evident in her

voice.

"Ahh yes, but don't worry Lilly as I have found the ones mentioned in the plan to be completely beneficial, and should be done before the dates provided they hold no adverse side effects on the children," Albus said while pointing to the timelines next to the ritual dates. " Should the plan be followed properly and they are receptive to the training, I do believe that they will be significantly safer from the dark lord."

But something was missing, that was the thought running through my head, "What about Harry? Won't he also be at risk? Why not include him in the plan" I asked finally.

"You must forgive me for what I am about to say, but Harry isn't as important." Once he had said this both me and Lily adopted a face of rage and fury. "Let me finish, In the grand scheme, I do not find him important enough to use more resources and time on a non-prophetic child when those could and should be used on those three."

While that isn't something I wanted to think to be true, Albus was correct. As much as we loved Harry, he would never be in the same position that those three would be and are in now. So then after consulting Lily, Alice, and Frank, we all agreed to accept the plan set forth by Albus.

Current day…July 31st 1986

After reflecting on the meeting from so many years ago James looked up to inspect how the party was progressing.

Out in the field, I can see Simon and Neville running about with all the other kids that had attended while Eveline was chasing them down in an attempt to tag them and join in on the escape. But there is something off… Where is Harry?

"Harry! Harry!" I yelled trying to find him as I walked through the house, "I'M HERE" I heard from down the hall in the library.

"What are you doing here young man?" I question as I see him climbing the bookshelves trying to reach the top, "Why aren't you outside with your siblings?" I asked again as I helped him down.

"I-I-I don't know," Harry said looking down at his feet. As he did that my soul seemed to think something was off, it couldn't be anything I told myself.

"Well then let's get you out there with the others." With that, I patted his back in the direction of the patio and the party. He then scurried off doing as I had told him. As I followed Harry.

I began to think about my youngest son. While I never neglect him, I do seem to be lacking in memories that I fondly share with Simon and Eveline. That can't be that bad, can it? No, no it can't. It must be due to the extra time I spent with his siblings for their 'training' as much as it was now anyway. Currently, it consists of me and lily creating small obstacle courses to use to help build up their physical capabilities. Not that they needed it, as one of the rituals that Albus had done gave them more physical maturity compared to all other kids their age. Not that they know this of course. They wouldn't know about the rituals and actual training till later this year, the winter solstice if I remember correctly. But that is not important now, Harry, he's a tad bit odder than he expected from his children. Not that this was bad, but he… how do I put it? He isn't like us, me and Lily that is. While his older siblings are constantly compared to us by almost every passing person. Not Harry though, from his looks to how his personality is starting to take form. Most oblivious was his hair, a pale white, not blonde, white. Almost like a fresh coat of snow falling onto the fields during the cold winter months. On top of that his distinct eyes create even more separation from the traditional potter looks that his other son had. None of the rounder softer facial features. Harry's face, even with the baby fat, was more sharp and thinner than that of both his siblings. But that wasn't odd to me, as many families especially pure-blooded ones, have had children with very distinct features appear suddenly. But it was how he acted that he found truly odd. His siblings still are holding onto their silly and childlike traits despite the subtle attempts to make them more mature, as much as you could for a six-year-old, and the rituals helping them mature. But not the most mature of them was Harry, who was a quiet soul, only making conversation when spoken to or when he needed something. But when he did speak, Merlin, even at six he held such a charisma that me and Lily found it had not to give him what he asked.

But even with these small oddities, I was content with my children. All different but all close to my heart. Yes, all close to Lily and me, just as we had hoped.

One big loving family, that's what we are.